You." There was no response. "Well, she used to be.." "What did you say?!" She barked. "Nothing. I'll be back soon."**** I hated grocery shopping. I a...ways seemed to come out of the store forgetting one thing and end up getting yelled at when I got back home. I was grabbing a can from a high shelf when I heard a voice say, "Mind grabbing one for me?" I turned to see the most stunning women I had ever seen in all my years of living. "Sure, sure here you go." I managed to stumble out of my mouth. I expected them home by 1200 at the latest, or else there would be trouble!At 10 past 12, I started to get agitated at their non appearance. At 1230 I was angry. At 1245 I was livid! Just after 1 o’clock, they appeared. They stumbled though the door swaying and giggling, dishevelled and all the worse for drink. My wife does not usually drink too much and is always on time. It looks like Alice is a bad influence on her. I barked out loud “What time do you call this”. They both put their heads. .. and then froze. What she was hearing was not the sound of passionate lovemaking.What she was hearing was the sound of sadness.Her mother was crying."Mom?" She tapped lightly on the door.The weeping continued. A thought whisked over the periphery of her awareness: perhaps her mother had seen Derek and perhaps he'd told her of the afternoon fuck session they'd enjoyed.But surely her mother wouldn't be broken up over that. After all, they'd both shared a single man simultaneously. Neither had. EpilogueOh! I almost forgot to tell you what we found in the third bay of our garage, when we finally got around to cleaning it years later. The prerequisite junk, of course, but three feet back was a tarp. Under the tarp, in almost pristine condition, was a 1960 Lincoln convertible, the largest American production car ever made. It was the last automobile Miss Agnes owned. We rolled it out, had the engine redone, waxed the body and buffed the leather interior until it looked and ran like it.